I just dropped off my book at Harvey’s Tales to see if they’d be interested in carrying it. They’re going to read it and then let me know. By phone. Looks like I’ll have to answer it when it rings for the next cuppa weeks.

Cross your fingers. And your toes. Even if they don’t put it on their shelves, you should still stop in to peruse. Because support local. They got a coffee bar, too!

The feeling that someone will love, support, and encourage you no matter what while you’re off chasing some crazy dream. That they got your back when you’re panning for gold under a starry Californian sky or planning a tater-tot party for two hundred.

Here’s a simple story because those are the best for emphasizing a point.

One time I entered some dumb contest to win tickets to a StarTalk show in the Bronx.[1] It was on like a Thursday, six months away. I told someone my plot for adventure on the high seas and what I heard in return was:

You’re not going to be able to go. How would you get there?

I didn’t really care about actually going.

I care about dreaming because it makes me feel good, that I’m not letting life just pass me by while I’m sitting on the couch watching Bill and Ted and eating burnt grilled cheese.

And I also care about how people make me feel.

Any book is an important achievement, and you’ve put your heart and soul into this.

Pat someone on the back after they’ve busted their ass and you’ll have a best friend for life. Go out of your way for people and you’ll change how they feel about their place in the world. I missed that spiritual clue for the better part of my life.

Because it’s not about dreams coming true. Most don’t. It’s about the journey, of course. It’s about sailing those high seas with people that see the stars in our eyes and the wind in our hearts.

Sharing the ups and downs, the ebbs and flows with someone who cheers us on while we cheer them on with whatever[2] their dreams and pursuits are.

When we love and enjoy regardless of what happens, life is magically voluptuous.

If I would’ve won a ticket to that Bronx show I would’ve just kept it. Then I could say, “and then there was that one time I was the glorious winner of a golden StarTalk ticket. But I didn’t go because I don’t like talking to people.” ↑

Dreams have to be within reason of course, especially if there’s money involved. I daydream all the time but I also tinker with realism and know when to quit. ↑